Tokyo is hot – A four-day indulgent trip to Tokyo

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Part 1 has been back from Tokyo for a week, and while the lewd images in my mind are still vivid, I've decided to write this dissolute travelogue. In just four days, I experienced a high-class bubble bath, two sessions at a breast milk brothel, one at a takeout brothel, and one orgy bar, as if I had lived through "the most absurd, the most glamorous, and the most secret dream" (Xu Zhimo, 1925, Parisian Glimpses). In short, this trip made one thing clear to me: Tokyo will be a place I visit often in the future. My next few small goals for myself are: to have a private date with an AV actress, to pick up girls in nightclubs in Shibuya and Roppongi, to pick up girls on the streets of Shinjuku, and to experience an orgy bar during the day (of course, all of this will be guided by Mr. Zhao Alex, a veteran driver in Tokyo). Earning 100 million is a bit difficult, but shooting out several hundred million is always possible. Day 1 – High-class bubble bath in Yoshiwara. Arrived safely at Narita Airport at 3 pm on the first day. I took the Skyliner directly from Narita Airport to Ueno Station. Yoshiwara, the red-light district where countless men have shed sweat and semen, is nearby. Before leaving, I had already asked Alex to arrange the places I wanted to go (Alex works as a talent scout in Tokyo; what kind of scout, well, that's self-evident). Having an experienced guide is crucial for choosing good places and good girls. Never be a fool and go to Yoshiwara alone. I did something similar last year, sneaking into a regular bathhouse called "XX Dream Story" around 8 PM, only to end up having sex with tears in my eyes. This time, I went to a high-end bathhouse called S-Doll, 77,000 yen for two hours of the full service. After storing my luggage at Ueno Station, I met up with Alex at Nippori JR Station. Alex handled all the communication and translation for me with the establishments. The car sent by the establishment arrived quickly. Japan has a serious aging population; the driver was at least 50 years old, yet he greeted me very respectfully, seemingly unsure of my mindset. Upon entering the S-Doll, I was greeted by three waitresses (all over 50 with white hair), kneeling on the floor in a samurai-like posture, bowing deeply. After paying and sitting for less than five minutes, a waiter came to escort me upstairs (it truly felt like visiting a brothel). The girl I booked at S-Doll was named Rinka. Rinka was recommended by Alex based on my preferences. She had large breasts, was 165cm tall (tall for a Japanese girl), and had very defined features—the "big-breasted" type I liked (she hadn't had any plastic surgery, at least not double eyelid surgery, canthoplasty, or chin implants. Being able to tell at a glance whether a girl has had work done is a skill honed in China). Upon entering the room, I first looked around. It was a square room with a bed (a bit small) on one side and a bathtub and shower on the other. Rinka gently helped me wash up, paying special attention to my penis. I took the opportunity to grope her. Rinka had shaved, and her bare genitals were quite rare among Japanese girls. After drying me off, Rinka immediately started giving me oral sex, looking at me lewdly as she did so. I reciprocated by serving Rinka in various ways—with my tongue, fingers, and penis—giving her an orgasm each time. How do you tell if someone has truly orgasmed? After testing with several Japanese girls, I found that Japanese girls generally orgasm quickly and noticeably. If it takes me 10 minutes to bring a Chinese girl to orgasm, it only takes 5 minutes for a Japanese girl. Moreover, Japanese girls generally experience not only strong vaginal contractions during orgasm, but also convulsions in their lower body (an amazing constitution). After bringing her to orgasm, emailing or messaging her is a natural next step, and I don't need to elaborate on what happens after that. Besides sex, I also had a very pleasant chat with Rinka. I feel like my Japanese has even improved after having physical contact with Japanese girls... to the point that I only managed to ejaculate once in two hours, but the double relaxation of body and mind was great, wasn't it? Afterwards, I went downstairs, where the staff greeted me respectfully and then sent a car to take me to Ueno JR Station. I calculated the time: I arrived at Narita Airport at 3 PM, got to S-Doll at 6 PM, and was back at the hotel by 9 PM. For future trips to Japan, I plan to make Yoshiwara my first stop to alleviate the fatigue of long flights and then get back to the hotel early to rest. That way, I'll wake up the next day with my little brother all erect, ready for the next battle! Part 2 Day 2 Morning – Human Milk Brothel The second day, I cosplayed as a solitary gourmet. A breast milk shop, as the name suggests, is where you can gently yet boldly suckle or lick a married woman's nipple until a sweet stream flows down your throat. Even in Japan, breast milk shops are a niche business. Because married women are usually married, the shops are extra careful about safety, and you won't be accepted without someone showing you the way. Before going, Alex helped me confirm my personal information with the shop and made an appointment with a very gentle and lovely married woman. Because I found her so adorable, I felt a little protective, so I won't share her name. The name of the breast milk shop is xxx. At 10 a.m., Alex and I met at the entrance of Ikebukuro JR Station. The shop is only a 5-minute walk from Ikebukuro Station, but it's hidden in a seemingly respectable office building, after many twists and turns. Upon arriving at the office, I was surprised to hear a baby crying from the room inside, probably angry that I had taken his lunch… The two-hour package I chose cost a little over 40,000 yen. Like other brothels, they didn't offer vaginal penetration, but you could pay extra for anal sex. After paying, the married woman took me to a nearby love hotel. It cost 3,800 yen for two hours. This was my first time experiencing a Japanese love hotel. My first impression was how old-fashioned the key was—a long brass key! Entering, the decor and layout were like a budget hotel in China. The overall environment was comparable to a homestay, probably at the level of 7 Days Inn or Lavande Hotel. After showering, the married woman changed into the black fishnet stockings and lace lingerie I had chosen beforehand (yes, the lingerie quality was also Taobao-level). The key to breastfeeding is that the milk doesn't just come out automatically when you put your mouth to it; it requires thorough massage and stimulation of the nipples. After sucking for about two minutes, I suddenly felt a sweet taste in my mouth—I had it! I looked up and was sprayed in the face with a jet of milk. The scene was exactly like the cover of a breast milk AV, so harmonious. I sucked while rubbing my penis (with a condom) against her genitals. When I got tired, the married woman would straddle me, either sucking my penis or my nipples, with no breaks in between. Her genitals were incredibly wet; when my fingers were inserted, she gushed in less than two minutes. Her orgasm was the most intense I'd ever experienced with a Japanese woman. I, on the other hand, released myself in her mouth with a sense of psychological satisfaction and a feeling of fullness from tasting breast milk (again, it was a condom-protected blowjob; the married woman was very hygienic). It was past 1 a.m. when we left the love hotel, and standing on the streets of Ikebukuro, I was hungry again (at this point, the background music from "The Solitary Gourmet" started playing). It seemed breast milk could only be an appetizer. Part 3 has finally reached day 3, and I've received a lot of positive feedback. Some people commented that this was wishful thinking, or focused on how I knew if the other person had an orgasm. I have no opinion on any of that. All I can say is that the purpose of these posts is to share the experiences of someone who only knows a few words of Japanese while traveling in Tokyo. Regardless of your sexual skills, or whether you enjoy providing sexual services, if you're interested in Japanese girls, you can find a way to enjoy Tokyo that suits you. And that's precisely what I find most amazing about Tokyo. If you find useful information here, that's good; if you want to share your experiences in Japan, or in Vancouver/San Francisco (cities I visit frequently), that's several better. Day 2 Night – Crazy Orgy Bar Preview: This day was so blissful! I tasted human breast milk in the morning, and tonight I encountered the biggest breasts I've seen since losing my virginity! After dinner, I strolled around the hotel area. I stayed at The Broppongi in Roppongi (definitely there for the breasts…).
So many beautiful women on the streets of Roppongi at night! When will I finally get to choose one of them? With a deep sense of regret for what I couldn't have, I took the JR train to Shibuya to meet Alex. As a seasoned veteran who'd slept with at least 500 Japanese women, Alex naturally sympathized with my foolish thoughts, so tonight he took me to a orgy bar to broaden my horizons. Around 11 pm, we entered the bar. It had three floors: the basement had a bar, booths, and a mini dance floor (with a pole dancing area), where the hunt would take place; the first floor had lockers, bathrooms, and a lounge area; and the second floor was the battlefield. The main part of the battlefield consisted of two connected rooms with soft Japanese-style floors, where the battle would begin. One wall of the room was entirely glass, behind which was a passageway allowing others to quietly observe the fight inside. But a true warrior like myself couldn't just be a spectator! The bar wasn't crowded at 11 pm, but it gradually filled up around midnight. People, whether intentionally or unintentionally, missed the last tram and came here, prepared to stay until dawn. That night, I had at least three opportunities to have sex with girls. The first was with a pair of sisters, both blonde, wearing sexy lingerie, and already a little tipsy. Japanese girls are really proactive; as soon as they sat down next to us, they started flirting with me and Alex under the pretense of borrowing a lighter. My Japanese listening comprehension is okay, but my speaking isn't so good, but that's okay, I just chatted away in English, and before long, I was hugging one of the girls. We kissed each other and fed each other drinks with our mouths. In the booth, I checked her breasts and genitals, and she licked my nipples and put her hand inside my underwear to play with my penis. At this point, I noticed her companion was already giving oral sex to a middle-aged Japanese man who had joined us sometime earlier. We had originally planned a foursome. What a pity! My Japanese friend couldn't hold her liquor and was almost asleep in the booth. I could only take her to the lobby on the first floor to rest, and then I went to watch a middle-aged Japanese man have sex with a blonde woman for the second time. Around 1 a.m., a group of four people dressed in cosplay came into the bar, one of whom was a big-breasted girl that I will never forget. The girl was about 160 cm tall, with a very cute face. Judging from her face, I would have thought she was only 16 or 17 years old (of course, minors are not allowed in). She was wearing an outfit similar to Mai Shiranui's, and her headlights fiercely scanned everyone present. Her breasts were so big that they should have been placed on the body of a Western AV actress with breast augmentation; each one was the size of a baby's head, it was so incongruous. I mustered up my courage and asked her if I could touch them, and she actually agreed. However, since we hadn't talked much yet, I touched her very politely. But after a while, I noticed her looking in the mirror next to the bar, so I went over and said that I hadn't touched them enough and wanted to touch them again. She agreed again! This time, I directly reached in and played with her big breasts. After touching them for a while, I asked her, "Can I lick them?" She laughed. I then took her to the bar and started kissing her breasts. She seemed to enjoy it, letting out soft moans. I guessed the foreplay was almost over, so I took her to the second-floor area and removed all her "armor." Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. After a thorough foreplay, I finally penetrated her. Knowing that someone was watching us through the window made it even more exciting, and I lasted a long time before ejaculating. However, the significant energy expenditure caused me to miss many more opportunities! Before the big-breasted girl came in, I was chatting with a couple. The woman spoke excellent English and seemed interested in me from the start, touching my thigh in the booth and saying it was smooth. But they said they were just looking around, so I didn't think much of it. Shortly after I finished with the big-breasted girl, I saw the couple come upstairs. The woman asked if I wanted to join them, and I could only smile wryly. Later, I gradually realized that everyone who came here wanted to have sex; those who said they wouldn't were just waiting for the right time. Around midnight, there were fewer people doing it, but more people watching; by around 4 AM, the onlookers had become a minority – this was truly the climax of the orgy. In the second-floor rooms, at least three couples were doing it simultaneously, three to five men and women, the women riding on top of the men, like rowing a boat, adrift in a sea of hormonal debauchery. Leaving the bar at 5:30 AM, I breathed in the fresh air of Shibuya, and had only one thought: when can I do it again! My feeling is that as long as you can communicate and have enough stamina, it's entirely possible to have sex with 2-3 girls in one night. Knowing Japanese is best, but even if you can only understand but not speak, it's okay. You can speak English with Japanese girls; if you speak slowly, they can still understand some. But I will continue to learn Japanese myself because Alex told me that the people who come at night are mostly young people, mostly students, while the daytime is a different story, with mostly married women. For the sake of all the wives, I'll try my best to learn Japanese... Day 3 – Takeout Sex Shop. Day 2 was so crazy that I slept all day at the hotel on Day 3. Tonight, I'm going to challenge a takeout sex shop: Gal-Deli. This is a shop specializing in black-gal style. Black refers to a girl's skin tone being a healthy tan, or a darker shade. Black-gal makeup is also heavier, hairstyles are more exaggerated, and some girls wear tongue piercings, belly button piercings, etc. If you want to learn more through AV, you can directly Google: 092311181galheaven, or search for any Kirakira AV film. Why is it a challenge? Because in Japan, most sex shops don't accept foreign customers, and Gal-Deli is unfortunately one of them. Alex had been calling for me for three days straight, but they still wouldn't take me in. Although Alex recommended several other great clubs with incredibly sweet, cute, and sexy Japanese girls, I still didn't want to give up on Gal-Deli. The final solution was for me to call Gal-Deli myself as a customer; success would depend on my communication skills. If that didn't work, Alex would take me to Tokyo's trendiest nightclubs to try and pick up girls there, or help me arrange appointments with girls from other clubs. Around 10 PM, we arrived at a cafe in Shinjuku. Alex began to teach me in detail the Japanese I would need for the entire appointment process, including phrases like "I'd like to make an appointment for tonight at [time]," "The girl I'd like to specify is [girl's name]," and "My hotel is [hotel name]." After about ten minutes, Alex felt I was ready. Once I started making the calls, I found that speaking wasn't so bad; the real difficulty was understanding what the other person was saying, because they used a lot of honorifics. Don't panic at this point. Speak slowly and clearly, one word at a time. As long as the other person knows that although you are a foreigner, you can communicate in Japanese and understand the basic rules of a brothel, you've basically succeeded. The other person first asked where I was from, then asked if it was my first time. I quickly replied that it wasn't, and that I speak Japanese and have several Japanese translation apps on my phone, so communication was definitely not a problem! When the other person started asking which girl I wanted to choose, I knew I had succeeded! This time, relying solely on the few sentences Alex taught me, I actually managed to successfully navigate the stubborn Japanese brothel—I felt incredibly accomplished! The appointment was for 11:30. After finding me a decent love hotel, Alex left. The waiting process was blissful. I turned on the TV and deliberately chose a black-gold themed AV. I couldn't see the girl's face on the website, but her breasts were undoubtedly large. I wondered if she looked as cute as the girls in the AV? At 11:40, the doorbell rang. First, a staff member came to collect the service fee (I chose the 75-minute package for 23,000 yuan). When the doorbell rang again, I opened the door and, wait, something's not right. Standing outside was a strange woman with towering blonde hair, wearing a baggy black t-shirt, black jeans, and black leather boots, with two blazing gold necklaces around her neck… I felt like I should give her a rating. Compared to AV actresses on TV, apart from her dark skin, I couldn't find anything in common between them. Life is like this; after three incredibly blissful days of sex, I had to tearfully finish the sex I'd arranged. Since physical intimacy wasn't working, I tried more intellectual intimacy. Over the 75 minutes, I learned some Japanese terms for face riding and oral sex, so I guess I gained something. The girl was very talkative, asking if I liked sushi, and I even used a mobile app to tell her that eating too much seafood can lead to high uric acid… If we chatted like this every day, my Japanese would definitely improve by leaps and bounds. Objectively speaking, the entire hookup experience was still memorable, and I also benefited greatly from the Japanese lessons. But the most exciting part was directly calling the establishments. After trying the booking process, I can now directly call the places I want to go to and ask for the girls I want. I also learned a valuable lesson: girls on adult entertainment websites who dare to show their faces are usually quite attractive; if they show their faces but cover their mouths, they might have buck teeth; and if their entire face is blurred, it's best to find someone else.

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